Falling Down

You can't get back up, till you let yourself fall down...

 

Let's not sit still anymore. 

Let's NOT go back to sleep. 

TREES ARE FALLING

listen

Today I ate waterfalls

Three large fallen Oaks

And seven spoonfuls of sunlight, 

between handfuls of MARCHing rain

yes

I'm a Poem Hunter and Poem Prey

I do use Poems to Pray

I was looking for place. Place within poem. Watching for home.

(That's the theme here isn't it?

Watching for home?)

yes, but

WHY DO TREES FALL?

And when they fall... let out  -  Big Thunder? 

Is THIS rebellion?

OR

Are the trees talking? 

Showing us talking?

Giving their voice, so we might find our own?

"Use your voice," said the Tree

(As it left its song all-over, the yard)

"Let my bark light your fire, human friend."

TREES ARE FALLING

listen

"If I fall for YOU... you MUST grow for me."

In the deep dark night of this rebellion.

WAKE UP POEM CATCHER

POEM PRAY

Don't go back to sleep